As he spoke, Damian opened his wallet, pulled out a few bills, and handed them to Conrad.
Conrad glanced at the money.
As a man himself, he could easily tell that the man before him was deliberately trying to humiliate him.
Of course, Conrad would not accept the money.
He looked at Claudine. “Getting you home safely is enough. Let’s play tennis next time!”
With that, he turned and left, running to the corner, and even turned back to wave at Claudine.
“Claudine, goodbye!”
Claudine felt sorry for Conrad and waved goodbye to him.
But in her ear, a man’s cold voice sounded.
“He’s already gone, and you still can’t let go. Am I interrupting something between you two?”
Claudine’s smile froze on her face.
The next second, the hand she had just used to wave goodbye landed squarely on Damian’s face.
“Don’t assume everyone is as filthy as you!”
Damian, suddenly slapped, looked even more sullen, as if his face could drip water.
He grabbed Claudine’s wrist and pulled her close.
“Filthy?
“Is it you who’s filthy, or me?
“If I hadn’t come back tonight, would you have brought him into our home?
“Claudine, look at that man. Is he even an adult?
“Do you realize you still have a husband?”
As soon as Damian finished speaking, even he frowned at his own words.
He had never imagined that such undignified words would come out of his mouth.
But just now, sitting in the car, watching that man joke with his wife, watching his wife smile so sweetly at that man
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From that moment, his rationality completely collapsed.
His wife could smile at anyone, but whenever she saw him, it was always that cold, disgusted expression.
What man could accept a wife like that?
Claudine thought that no matter what Damian said, she wouldn’t feel hurt anymore.
But clearly, she had overestimated her ability to endure.
Her heart still ached, still bled.
Looking at the man before her, she finally couldn’t hold back.
“Home? What home? Whose home?
Damian, aren’t you being too greedy!
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When you were with Audrey, when you were embracing her romantically under the Rustford Tower, when you were spending money to pave her way, did you ever think about this home?
Did you ever think about me?
Did you ever think about your wife?”
Claudine cried and shouted at Damian.
This man had finally turned her from a young girl into a hysterical madwoman!
Damian looked at the woman standing before him.
She was no longer graceful and serene; she resembled a madwoman, even going so far as to lay hands on him.
Yet he felt no disgust at all. Seeing her like this, all he could feel was a deep ache in his heart.
She shouldn’t be like this.
It was he who had turned her into this.
As this thought flashed through his mind, Damian’s heart felt as if a grain of sand had fallen into it–unseen, but its presence was painfully clear.
He finally let go, watching the woman in front of him cry and struggle, his throat working restlessly.
It took him a while to find his voice again.
“That day… I didn’t ignore your call on purpose. Audrey and I, it’s not what you think.”
“I won’t remarry her, and I won’t divorce you.
“We…”
“Enough!”
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